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Called me Frat Freddy the other day in a group tag.

Or he just misspelled fat.

Either way, he can kiss my ass.

Let's fight, let's get it over with, let's knock each other out, and let's move on.

I think he's a whiny.

That's what I think.

Next thing you know, I got no fire suit on.

Routy Nation fans are getting lucky tonight.

You want to have gimmicks.

Let's go all out.

I would never, and here they come, never and like they never have before.

Right enough are you, motherfucket!

Hey, everybody, I'm T.J. Majors.

What the fuck is? What the fuck? Say you a fucking show no more. Hey, man. Sorry, old habits. You abandoned us and you can't come back in here and fucking just think you're taking it back over again. I probably can. Oh, my God. Oh, my. Welcome back. Welcome back. What's up, everybody. Welcome to Door Bumper Clear. As always, I'm Freddie Crafts, Spotter for Bubba Wallace, and Giorgio this week. I had nothing to do with Dean Thompson. I've seen a lot of text messages. I don't know if Dean had a bad day out there or what. But it wasn't your fault this time. I kind of slept through follow up on them. I kind of text the guy the guy. They said a wire and a dash burn dump, so I don't know what the problem on Dean's end was. But joining me as always, my co-host Tommy France, I mean Baldwin. That's actually pretty good. I like that. That is some bullshit, man. Do you get that a lot? No.

You know what I see you. I don't know if you've been listening, but Tommy has picked up the mantle of TJ, you know, like just the NASCAR defenders. Oh, okay. Welcome to the club, Tommy, France. Yeah. Jesus Christmas. How are you, Tom? I'm doing it. Have you done any driving this week? Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I figured out it was 14 and a half hours in two days.

So to break it down, you went, you raced Friday night, right?

Race Friday night down in coastal plains.

Coastal plains down by Emerald Island.

And then woke up 4.30 Saturday morning drove to

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